A Vampires LunchA Poem by NightDreamjust a cute little dark poem
The moon shines down upon the blood drenched grass
Staring at the now dead lass
She liked to laugh and love to sing
Now she is food for the darkest fiend
Teeth as sharp as razor blades
Tear skin away from the wound it’s made
No one would guess who has done the deed
Because in their minds they could not believe
In their eyes we all look the same
But that is just another game
A vampires nights are meant to feed
Just like humans we are drawn by greed
So don’t believe you can’t be touched
Or else like this lass
you might be lunch.
© 2008 NightDreamReviews
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Added on July 17, 2008AuthorNightDreamGrafton, WVAboutI dabble in Paranormal romance writing and am a freak when it comes to reading (I can put down two novels a night if I like what I am reading.) As a profession I am a Teacher (obviously not an Englis.. more..Writing
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